Page 56 of Silver Fox Daddies

All done. Diesel discards the cartridge in his hand.

I gasp when something cold hits my skin.

“Relax, darling.” A hand combs through my hair. “It’s just ointment. Would you like to see the finished result?”

I nod.

Footsteps trail away, returning a beat later to snap a photograph of something. I turn my body around, forgetting I’m butt naked.

Bishop’s and Cash’s eyes go straight to my pussy.

Diesel follows suit.

A pain shoots through me. “Ouch!”

“It should subside in a moment,” says Diesel, handing over some kind of retro digital camera. “Turn back onto your stomach.”

“How do you feel, sweetheart?” Bishop walks around the table, positioning himself at the foot of it.

I take a look at the image on the camera.

PROPERTY OF DIESEL, BISHOP, AND CASH

“Just a little reminder to anyone wanting to try anything on you, that they’ll have us to deal with.”

I widen my eyes.

After seeing what Diesel is capable of, I know nobody wants that man on their bad side. I feel comforted in knowing that he’ll protect me.

He killed for me.

I must meansomethingto him if he’s willing to do that.

“I can’t believe you put your name first.” Bishop shakes his head, disgusted.

“What do you expect, man? Learn tattoo art and then you can draw your name first.” Diesel turns his attention to me. “But there will be no next time, isn’t that right, darling?” He lowers his sinful face to mine.

Our mouths collide in a slow, heated kiss. His tongue feels amazing, taking dominance of mine like it belongs to him.

I moan.

He responds with a moan right back.

A hunger grows within me. Our kisses become more urgent, quicker. More fervent. A hand that must belong to either Cash or Bishop parts my legs.

When it reaches my pussy, I completely fold.

I cry, arching my back at the sensitivity overload.

“Is this okay, sweetheart?”

I prop myself up on my elbows to find Bishop in between my legs.

Unable to get any words out, I nod.

Cash works on lifting up my dress, pulling it up over my head so I’m completely naked.

“Take off my bra, someone, please,” I beg, hands already trying to rip the thing away.

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